Fluffy little tails, a poem by Daphne Tore / Dean Thorpe
We have two little Degus, who always chew the bars To me they don’t look chewy, I’d rather eat a Mars They like to watch the TV, and sit inside their cage But if you try to get them, they often squeak with rage Their fluffy little tails, look almost like a rats Make sure you keep your Degus, away from friendly cats We called the first one Louise, Thelma the other one Some people do not like them, but that is half the fun
Feeling alone, a poem by Daphne Tore / Dean Thorpe
In my life, I’ve met many people Why do I, still feel, so alone In a world, with so many people Why am I, sitting here, all alone Walking past, go so many people How I wish, that I was, safe at home Looking out, at all these people Do they all, feel just, as alone?
Exploring the woods, a poem written by Daphne Tore / Dean Thorpe
Lost in the forest, looking at the trees Slipping in the mud, hurting my poor knees Where are we going, do I even know Weathers getting cold, looks like it could snow Seemed a good idea, when we first came out Starting to panic, maybe we should shout Where I want to be, in the safe and warm Falling to the ground, now my shirt is torn Looking all around, I should know this bit It all looks the same, wish that I could quit Finally I see, path back to my home Just round the corner, wish that I had known
Evil people around us, a poem by Daphne Tore / Dean Thorpe
Sometimes in this life, told the truth must be Of all the bad times, set those secrets free Show them who is boss, the power of the word Shout it out at them, make sure the whole world heard Make them feel the shame, of evil they have done Have faith in yourself, your not the only one Let them feel the pain, and sadness you went through Make them understand, the wrong they did to you. A child is a gift, not something to abuse Someone to protect, not someone you can use There is no excuse, no reason they can give What they did is wrong, something’s you can’t forgive
The concept of happiness, a poem by Daphne Tore / Dean Thorpe
Happiness means different things, to different people What can fill one person with joy, doesn’t always please all The media tells you to buy, things they claim give you smiles The only person that’s grinning, counts their money in piles Money doesn’t make you happy, and nor does loads of stuff All that will happen in the end, is that payday will be tough What will truly make you happy, what really makes your days Spending time with friends and family, feeling the sunshines rays Do the things that make you happy, enjoy it while you can While thinking about the future, have a flexible plan Don’t worry about the others, live your life for yourself Find what matters deep inside you, don’t worry about wealth Find someone that makes you happy, just find that special one Someone that makes you feel so safe, someone that makes life fun
Her Notepad - Poetry by Daphne Tore 